poison
Poisonous eyes,
That is what I see every time I look,
And every time, they pull and I fall!
Knights in shining armour are rare
But gleaming armours are quintessential warning signs.
As his is, polished and modified to perfection
And yet, I am drawn by the sparkle and shine.
I’m intrigued by the way he looks at me
One perusal and I feel naked.
Open and turned
The way he speaks, quiet and confident
Cocky with a hint of arrogance
But still I want to drown in those arms
Build my hopes and dreams,
Castles and cribs
He is staunchly guarded,
And i want to break down the doors and gates
Drawbridge and moats
See the creature that lies beneath,
Beauty or beast
Meanwhile I dance to the tune
Believe that I can be Juliette for some time
Because this Montague is so much more
He is air, water, fire and howling wind.
And he wants everything for naught.
So we are still star crossed,
He is too used to being a Montague puppet master
And I, a Capulet marionette